Bare Bones - Lyrics
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1. Can’t Stop This Train
You smiled at me the other night, But it was only in my dreams, They’re getting better, these little visions, But I take care – Perhaps your journey is going well, I wish that I knew how you fared, But there’s one thing I know for sure, You can’t stop this train anymore. Once you start thinking, you start to know, You start to pace, it starts to show, And all the love cannot undo The harm that’s done, Perhaps salvation is at the root Perhaps forgiveness is in the works, But there’s one thing I know for sure, You can’t stop this train anymore, Sometime I picture you there to greet me Even though I’m the one who left you there, Sometimes it’s easy to imagine, But I take care – Perhaps it circles this very track, And the way forward is the way back, But there’s one thing I know for sure, You can’t stop this train anymore. |
2. If You Hope I’m Doing Fine
I've lost track of you completely, You've slipped right off the grid, I've got no one's words to go by, Where you've gone, or what you did, But I still feel your presence ‘neath this great big open sky, And I fill with dread and worry that this grief won't pass us by, Sometimes I see your face in dreams, I swear it softens as the nights go by, I wish I held the right key to solve the riddle why I love you I wonder how you wake up, What thoughts are on your mind, I wonder if you think of me, and if you hope I'm doing fine. Well the days seem endless, endless, So many people come and go, And everything is spinning, and I pretend to know what I am doing, But when I've got enough time for my thoughts to flow through me, You still appear to be the biggest part of me, Sometimes I see your face in dreams I swear it softens as the nights go by, Wish I held the right key to solve the riddle Why I love you, I wonder how you wake up, What thoughts are on your mind, I wonder if you think of me, And if you hope I’m doing fine. Well I try to keep it moving, To give everything a chance, I keep my eyes wide open and I'm not afraid for my soul to dance, but I hold back when it beckons me to follow, 'cause as broken as we were, without you it seems so hollow, Sometimes I see your face in dreams, I swear it softens as the years go by I wish I held the right key to solve the riddle why I love you, I wonder how you wake up, what thoughts are on your mind, I wonder if you think of me, and if you hope I'm doing fine. |
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3. Song for the Awkward
If you heave a sigh and somebody asks why, Just don’t answer, If they don’t know by now what is clear, They will never know, Just shrug your shoulders, And bring ‘em back down low. If you can’t hold still when somebody is looking on, Find a quiet moment in a quiet place, You can reach and pretend that you’ve always known such grace. If it moves you too much to have somebody too close, You can keep your own keys, you can manage your own damn dose, Keep ‘em wanting more That’s what all this is for, Give ‘em hell, then close the door. |
4. Blue
What if grief outweighs the intention, Outweighs the now, Undoes you somehow? What if the sky pulls you Yet pushes you down, Down on the ground, You could just cry? Barebone confessions might lessen the tension but only just for a while You can always smile, When the light isn’t on you, Ooh.. aren’t we now, aren’t we now blue, Ooh.. aren’t we now, aren’t we now blue? What if regret climbs up and down your spine? you could be mine, And like words in drawers, I could be yours, Oooh.. aren’t we now, aren’t we now blue. |
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5. Haven’t Got a Clue
My heart is spoken for, Body is negotiable, My soul is not my own, My mind is mine, but sociable, History does not repeat, It’s never even stopped, We just keep picking up Where someone else has dropped, And yet – If this is all we get, Then what are we to do, But treat each other kindly, Though we haven’t got a clue. I’m full of memories, They’re spilling over the brim, And they make loss of time Seem so awful grim, But here I am right now, Making one anew, And it just so happens That I’m here right now with you, And thus – We must not fuss, ‘Cause what are we to do, but move each other gently, Though we havent’ got a clue. Answers are just questions That have chosen a direction, Gestures are just needs we have, Reached for with our golden glove, It’s not that I’m accusing you, ‘cause clearly I am guilty too, but if we’ve got this chance, I’d rather go for romance, Words are spoken all the time They’re all we’ve really got, Though there are galaxies ‘tween what we’ve said and what we’ve thought and though you say nice things to me They’re only borrowed lines, From every other person, In every other time, And so, if this is all we know, Then what are we to do, Then speak with candid honesty Though we haven’t got a clue. |
6. Jane
I wore a chain around my neck, With your name on it so I wouldn’t forget, Then I took it off and I locked it away, I could never explain my regret For having loved you so, Who was I to think I know And who are you to be fought over so? Jane, Jane, It’s not that I’ve come to complain, But love you or leave you, It’s always the same, You drive me insane. I planted seeds and I carved many paths, Shook many hands in too many lands, But no one else, no matter what, Could ever come close to understand, The mere mention of you makes my dreams go askew, Makes me weak in the knees, Jane, Jane, It’s not that I’ve come to complain, But love you or leave you it`s always the same, You drive me insane. Now I’m here beside you for a little while, At first I don’t think, I just break into that smile, And all the other places melt away, And your pretty ways make me want to stay.. oooh ... How we fought, how we tore at each other, Before I decided to go, And where I’d be now if I never left, Well god only, god only knows, But one whiff of your scent of jasmine and mint, Makes the old feelings flow, Jane, Jane, It’s not that I’ve come to complain, But love you or leave you it’s always the same, You drive me insane. |
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7. Find Myself Walking
I find myself walking at a quarter to three, Down in the alley behind your balcony, And I could climb the ladder, I could climb up the stairs, Or I could climb by the light of your dark hair. I stumble all night through pictures and scenes, Look for your name in the free magazines, And I know where we’re headed, I’ve been there before – The devil is waiting behind every door. Seven long years since I’ve been away, All of these questions I practice each day, And I know where you’re sitting, I can tell by the glare, But the light in your window doesn’t mean that you’re there. Find myself walking at a quarter to four, No wiser now than an hour ago, And I could climb the ladder, I could climb up the stairs, Or I could climb by the light of your dark hair. |
8. I Don’t Understand
I give you my love, you can take it back, I don’t want it anymore, There is one disease, and its name is ‘please’, I have overspoken before. And it is clear to see what you’ve meant to me, But it’s me who sees you so, And you have slipped a ways from my loving gaze, So it’s time for me to go, And I don’t understand why you are not there To take my hand, so we can go thrive somewhere, Anywhere ... There is one more word, though it sounds absurd, It is thank you for your time, You gave me the keys to get off my knees And to seek new heights to climb, But I don’t understand why you are not there ... I give you my love, you can take it back, I don’t want it anymore, You gave me the keys to get off my knees, So it’s time for me to go. |
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9. Anne-Marie, You Can’t Cry Now
Anne-Marie’s got a good job for the city She wears nylons and her hair it smells so pretty, And it’s hard not to frown, To see her man face down, Sleeping off last night’s indulgences And then some. Mornings, Anne-Marie she rubs her lower belly, And tilts her head up to the sky, She could imagine easily a family, But it isn’t such a good idea now. He says, ‘you knew what you were getting, When you got with me, My Anne-Marie, You can’t cry now.” And it’s a fine line Between here and gone, Between right and wrong, Between choice and fate, And it’s too late, Cause they both know There’s no way now She’ll let him go. So Anne-Marie she thinks at all the years, When she kept her head and held back all the tears, It was him who made her see That she was perfectly free, And for this she would be his Forever more. He said, “you knew what you were getting When you got with me, My Anne-Marie, You can’t cry now.” |
10. Pornographic
Here’s a song I will confess is autobiographic, About how I find everything so pornographic, It’s not the way you touch, for I can make that my own, It’s the words you choose that make me feel alone, No safety, no safety ... Been in many visions, some were good, some not, Mostly left me nothing but excessive thought, I know I surrender to the slightest touch, It’s just with some it doesn’t hurt this much.. It’s too pornographic. Maybe I am just as guilty as you are, To where you’re standing isn’t all that far, You see me the way you see me, and I see you, If it’s pornographic nothing we can do ... Nothing we can do ... |
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11. Reluctant Love Song
I said I’d never do this, but here I go, Despite this broken stuck old heart, I seem to know That breathing in and out is going to go on for a while, And grief can wear just about any old style, The dead will haunt us, but they are not alive, And holding on to memory, you just can’t thrive, “There’s only now,” you keep on saying, and I can’t remember what it’s for I should be praying, So you can make me dinner, put on a show, Christ knows I’ve got no better place to go, And if you think I make you laugh with all my cynical remarks, There may be no profound ordeal, but there may still be some sparks, I know I drag my feet, and I know you hold my hand, I know I crash and peak and I know I make demands, But you seem to simply understand, I say I don’t, but maybe I could use a man ... So you can take me home and lay be down, You seem to like me just the same whether I laugh or frown, Just take it gently, and take it slow, And I’ll do my best to keep it to an optimistic flow, I said I’d never do this, but here I go, Again I move a little forward though I don’t know What compels me, but I guess it’s love And who am I to shirk it when I know These things come from above, I said I’d never do this, But here I go. |
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